that was after spending the night before watching GMCLA (Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles) perform at the ROXY celebrating yoshi's birthday.
to meet the rooster at mcdonald's?? wish i had my camera. random moment...while pulling through the drivethrough window, spotted a rooster and 2 chickens clucking around the bushes between the cars...priceless.
perhaps they were cast members for an upcoming advertising campaign to promote "free-range" organically grown chicken... slaughtered and served at a restaurant near you.
i'm getting kicked out... well, i was planning on moving in with the dream woman in april or may, but now it's definite. my landlords are getting a divorce, one partner just moved out and i have a little over 30 days to pack up all my crap and move to la.
i was really excited about starting our life together, about making the "choice," but i let myself become really depressed by the tense landlord/friend situation since i had become their unofficial confidante (otherwise known as: the triangulated tennant) and lost some of my initial joy.
in an attempt to recapture that enthusiastic spirit, i helped my partner install brand new levolor 2" faux wood blinds in her condo. it completely changes the look of the house... they are so beautiful!!!
i think it really helped me refocus on what i want and reconnect with my happiness about cohabitating. i can't wait to move in!
if you missed out while it was playing LA, find out where it's heading next, and see eve ensler's the good body.
an amazing analysis of women's relationship with our bodies, ensler draws on womens' perspectives from around the globe, exploring the lengths women go to for cultural acceptance. by shining a spotlight on our neurotic obsession with our bodies, an extraordinarily transformative result is possible: acceptance. if you've ever struggled with your weight, or felt your body was never quite good enough, this play is a must.
i felt happier and more content with my body than i have in years. it dredged up years of pain, yet did so while poking fun at the utterly ridiculous relationships we each have with our despised body parts, pointing out what a waste of time and precious energy it is to constantly worry that our bodies do not fit the stereotypical western/cosmopolitan model.
who decided that a woman can't be a size 12/14 and be beautiful exactly as she is? the play fueled my anger, frustration and dissapointment over many women's tendency to focus on losing pounds because there is something "wrong" or "bad" about being over a size 8. this is then heightened when i am judged for not caring as much as they do. i refuse to be swept away in la's ever-present hyper-fit insanity. i do wish to be more fit, but because i want more energy... i am tired of always feeling like my life can't begin until i lose weight and that there is something wrong with me. i am fed up with random people i don't even know thinking i need their diet advice. And, those of you who responded to this post, I wasn't referring to you.
anyway, back to the point.. go see the show!
hmm.. is that oragel remnant i just shoved up my nose or toothpaste? all i know is i had an itch, i scratched it, and all of a sudden my nose was freezing cold, my nasal passage was clear, and it was a bit numb.
always wash hands before touching the nose... my new mantra. well, at least i could breathe again and i went to bed minty fresh.
My curiostiy was piqued when the President promised to fund alternative energy research, while reducing dependence on foreign oil. for a split second i actually enjoyed a moment of excitement.. it was quickly dashed when i remembered the man is a nazi who only made the remark out of that get-back-at-the-bully 5-year-old mentality, and was simply using a ploy to gain supporters from the left and to bolster continued support for the war.
From yesterday’s New York Times:
The Energy Department will begin laying off researchers at the National Renewable Energy Laboratory in the next week or two because of cuts to its budget. A veteran researcher said the staff had been told that the cuts would be concentrated among researchers in wind and biomass, which includes ethanol. Those are two of the technologies that Mr. Bush cited on Tuesday night as holding the promise to replace part of the nation's oil imports...
utterly ridiculous.. but i've decided this is the only way i can keep my sanity: scheduling the minutia. it's helping maintain my focus without feeling that panicked overwhelmed feeling. only 11 minutes past my bed time and i accomplished everything on my list and then some. hmmm.. probably has something to do with a couple of my classes canceling today, giving me more time to write out the schedule in the first place.
tmw is a very long day... i'm even trying to fit in a workout.
after two 13-hour days, i'm about wiped out. started working 40 hours again.. which for an interpreter is far too much. (scratch that... for an interpreter who fails to administer sufficient self-care, it's far too much. but, all that is changing now that i'm transforming my philosophical framework. yup, that's right... decided the one that's guided me for the past 30 years is rather antiquated and inefficient and an upgrade is in the works.) add the new schedule to my million and one extra-curricular activities and it spells one tired pup. plus, my to-do list is ridiculously long now that i have no free time for errand-running.
although february is my absolute favorite month, it's a little overwhelming this year. luckily it's all positive. it's valentine's day, my one year anniversary, my friend's bday, my bday, i'm initiating into a coven, and i'm taking my final national certification test for interpreting (still positive... just scary). i also have to renew my license, which involves a trip to the DMV (URGH!) oh, and then there are the other 999,993 things i have to do. phew! ok.. now off to bed.
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